The Ticking of a Clock

I want to show
This clock of mine
To you,
But so much of me
S
C
R
E
A
M
S
Restraint.
I want to expose the
Inner workings;
So intricate;
So complicated.
Each piece
Has
A
Purpose,
A function
For which it exists.
Individually,
The parts do not
Make
Sense.
Each level is
Convoluted¬–
Esoteric.
As you plunge
D
E
E
P
E
R
Into the interworkings
Of this clock of mine,
Less
And
Less
Becomes pretty.
More
And
More
Becomes unsightly.
And if you
Care enough
To reach its core–
The very escense
Of its ticking,
You will then grasp
The reasons for my
Vacillation about exposing
This
Seemingly
Normal
Clock of mine
To
You.
7-12-11